"And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain..."
I am the last. The only one left of my kind. The lions that live elsewhere are all gone. This forest…it's
the only reason I'm alive. Lions don't live in forests. Only I. Only the last lion.
This forest…it's the unicorn's forest. It is magical. The leaves never fall, nor the snow. It is always
spring. It is always beautiful. The birds sing and the flowers bloom. Butterflies flutter around. This is my home.
I run through the forest like I always do. The top of the fountain is showing. The fountain that always
flows. I run towards it in great leaps. It's not flowing today. It's covered in dust. This cannot be. This is
the fountain of life, the one that flows pure sparkling water. It cannot stop flowing.
I roar in despair at the dusty fountain. Looking towards the mountain, I see an eagle soaring above it.
The mountain rumbles softly. Then, as I watch, it rains rocks and boulders. The mountain crumbles to pieces.
I roar again at the mountain that should stand forever, at the fountain that should flow forever.
But they stand no more.
She's watching me. I know she's watching me. She is the last, like me. The last of her kind. The last
of the unicorns. Yet she will live on even when I am reduced to a pile of bones on the remains of the mountain.
She will live to see the sun and the stars die. She is immortal. She keeps the forest alive.
She is beautiful…more beautiful than anything could ever be. She is lovelier than the rainbow, brighter
than the brightest star.
She is the Last Unicorn.
As I am the Last Lion.
"In the shadows of the forest
Though She may be old and worn...
They will stare unbelieving
At the Last Unicorn..."
At the last dusty fountain..."
I am the last. The only one left of my kind. The lions that live elsewhere are all gone. This forest…it's
the only reason I'm alive. Lions don't live in forests. Only I. Only the last lion.
This forest…it's the unicorn's forest. It is magical. The leaves never fall, nor the snow. It is always
spring. It is always beautiful. The birds sing and the flowers bloom. Butterflies flutter around. This is my home.
I run through the forest like I always do. The top of the fountain is showing. The fountain that always
flows. I run towards it in great leaps. It's not flowing today. It's covered in dust. This cannot be. This is
the fountain of life, the one that flows pure sparkling water. It cannot stop flowing.
I roar in despair at the dusty fountain. Looking towards the mountain, I see an eagle soaring above it.
The mountain rumbles softly. Then, as I watch, it rains rocks and boulders. The mountain crumbles to pieces.
I roar again at the mountain that should stand forever, at the fountain that should flow forever.
But they stand no more.
She's watching me. I know she's watching me. She is the last, like me. The last of her kind. The last
of the unicorns. Yet she will live on even when I am reduced to a pile of bones on the remains of the mountain.
She will live to see the sun and the stars die. She is immortal. She keeps the forest alive.
She is beautiful…more beautiful than anything could ever be. She is lovelier than the rainbow, brighter
than the brightest star.
She is the Last Unicorn.
As I am the Last Lion.
"In the shadows of the forest
Though She may be old and worn...
They will stare unbelieving
At the Last Unicorn..."